On this ancient mud ball

can't hide what I've seen

now it is time to recall

come at me like a fiend


My past is my tomorrow

blood moon haunts me

reflects all of my sorrow

all this won't let me be


What's here will be gone

sun, planets and the stars

like a old forgotten song

this fate isn't all just ours


Written by Melissa McMahan Copyright

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